TO LINGER, LONGER, MAYBE

  Like a whisper tissue is painted with purpose, silk spun from crisp cuts, white scented with sapphire parading into Prussian (fragile of frame and filigree), like a thought an image opens, a petal unfolding, shades seep into substance as the edges fade (how quickly we fall to forgetful) light, liquid, linger, a little longer. […]

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OUR SHADE IN TIME

  Look for me in the layers lost, in the careful caress that concerns the contours of form and finesse. The million meters mounded into magic, turned and twisted into tastes now termed timeless, look for me in the yards that yield towards yellow, that burn into beauty, like ochre opening, that grow towards the […]

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THE NEW LOOK

  I am that fine line that divides what is feminine from what is futuristic. That fine line that flushes the fabulous out the fickle. The reflection of what once was encased in something else that might one day be called another new look.     All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly This […]

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WHEN SUMMER FINDS YOU

  Water turns on the tide, roots find ways through the rubble. Nature is adaptable. But the body is bound to the bone, movement moulded to our muscle and the shadow cannot de deceived and yet you itch. You claw at this fleshed reflection on front of you and see in its faults the fraud […]

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SEARCHING TO BE SMOOTH

  See the simple stream; current crashing into character See the mouths of babes; wishes whispering of their will in waiting Rough runs the water falling to find its force Smooth as our skins we are not We are curt corners created, counting on the current to carve us into caress-able.   All words and […]

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TO THE WATER

  I have taken to the water, am running toward reckless and dissolving the wreckage. I have taken to the water even on this land of cracks and grumbles (slippery under snow or shadowed by a sun we can’t outrun) I still hear the water rushing amid all that is restless (am still bound to […]

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